im too soft and too soundless and too unsure. you woke up the first morning, rolled over on me held me tighter than tight and said "you're still here!" i wanted to say something big. and pretty. but i said, "...yeah." and you said, "...or i'm still here. in alabama." and i said, "you're still here."
as hard as mornings already are, now i sit up in bed and stare at the sheets, and tell myself that you're still there. even if all things say you're not. you are.
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you are very bad.
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im too soft and too soundless and too unsure.
you woke up the first morning, rolled over on me
held me tighter than tight and said "you're still here!"
i wanted to say something big. and pretty.
but i said, "...yeah."
and you said, "...or i'm still here. in alabama."
and i said, "you're still here."
as hard as mornings already are,
now i sit up in bed and stare at the sheets,
and tell myself that you're still there.
even if all things say you're not.
you are.
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